I was sitting in my sixth hour of school thinking...I shouldn't think if it makes me sad...
creating darkness,
this dismal walk that was my life.
A few hours,
maybe days pass as I lay face up looking at the eclipse.
should I be blinded if I look away,
should I take the risk of making everything better?
Yes,
being blinded would be such a gift,
gloomyness and sadness is a treat from the underworld.
I have no choice but to begin a "new life" as the moon moves away from the sun.
I get up,
waiting to be blinded,
but I can see!
Surely a miracle from the Gods!
But my life has not changed,
this darkness that lingers in my head never fades.
Poetry by David Lomenick
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Written on 2007-04-17 at 00:34
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Risk
The sun and the moon collide,creating darkness,
this dismal walk that was my life.
A few hours,
maybe days pass as I lay face up looking at the eclipse.
should I be blinded if I look away,
should I take the risk of making everything better?
Yes,
being blinded would be such a gift,
gloomyness and sadness is a treat from the underworld.
I have no choice but to begin a "new life" as the moon moves away from the sun.
I get up,
waiting to be blinded,
but I can see!
Surely a miracle from the Gods!
But my life has not changed,
this darkness that lingers in my head never fades.
Poetry by David Lomenick
Read 678 times
Written on 2007-04-17 at 00:34
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